The gang's rooms are a little more basic.

In the same city, the luxurious Baiyin No. 1 Courtyard has long since changed hands, and even the former residence of Butler Xu, who was once famous in the business world, has also been dilapidated.

If you have lived in a city for a while, you will naturally have a little affection for this city and this area.

Xu Feng made a special trip to Bufeng Qianzhuang to see it, and it had already been dilapidated into several ruins, and the front hall that was bustling with people at the beginning had collapsed and only half of it was left.

On the edge of the roof tile, a few withered yellow autumn grasses, when the wind shakes, the prosperity is set off more desolate.

Wang Bancheng, Wang Sihai's only profitable business, there is only one Tianyi Pavilion left.

Casinos are doing a brisk business, but the poor are gambling poorly, and they are in and out of poverty. In this world, there is no way to survive no matter what, and some hard stubble is like pinning the ideal of glory and wealth in the casino.

It's just that a few fights are inevitable every day, and the silver is like a fly seeing blood, and gamblers often break their heads and bleed.

Because of the brothers of the Nine Knife Gate, Tianyi Pavilion still maintains the usual business order.

At least half of the trade in the entire Sendai City was lost, and the streets were full of militia soldiers, and the wealthy merchants moved their families to Yingdu. Even the Wang family is no exception.

The only exception is Wang Mingming, who used to be the best lady in Sendai, but insisted on staying and assisting Pan Xilin, the prince of the Jin Dynasty, to pacify the displaced people and build the eastern city.

This is the residence of the main level of the Nine Swords Gate Altar, in addition to the simple furnishings in the main house, there are a few swords, a wooden stake for practicing boxing, and the only configuration that looks a little chic is a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Recalling that when I first came to Sendai, the Wang family had unlimited scenery, and the big calculation competition of the Wang family's steward became a major event in the city's business community.

Wang Mingming is dressed as a man, his beautiful eyes are circulating, and he has the arrogant momentum of a rich lady, making it difficult for him to speak.

The room was very quiet, Xu Feng had mixed tastes, picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper.

- Messy departure, Taiping dog.

Stabilized his mind and extinguished the candle.

Xu Feng sat on the edge of the bed and closed his eyes and concentrated, and the black Dao sword and Xuanying Stone he carried with him were placed on the left and right.

Divine thoughts swirled like an invisible wind all around. The true yuan is like a firecracker, starting from the secluded mansion of the navel and bursting from the bottom to the top.

Boom...... Bang bang

Xu Feng's aura and fighting spirit continued to rise. When the Divine Thoughts and True Yuan reached their peak, the air in the entire small room appeared more condensed.

The aura of the peak of the Apocalypse circulated in the room like substance, and those tables, chairs and benches seemed to bend slightly in the invisible time and space.

The unbearable excitement appeared on Xu Feng's face.

"To rush or not to rush! Not to rush or not to rush! This is a question!" Xu Feng said in his heart.

Jin Shi Realm, is it so difficult to see you? Half a month ago, an attempt was made to make Lao Tzu squirt three liters of blood.

What the hell does it matter if I spray it again!

Xu Feng's brows furrowed slightly, and the color of perseverance suddenly appeared, and he no longer restrained those true yuan and divine thoughts that were rising steadily.

No one would have thought that in this humble house, a young man with an ordinary face would hit the cultivation realm for the second time.

However, tonight is not destined to be peaceful.

In the night, a white shadow streaked across the courtyard of the Nine Blades Gate General Altar.

Those disciples who were on duty at night did not find any of them. Because they are not at the same level as this figure across the sky.

The rivers and lakes are always the rivers and lakes, the sects are always the sects, mortals are mortals after all, and the monks are monks after all.

But there is one exception.

Jing Qi hadn't fallen asleep yet, and by the faint candlelight, he wiped the Pu knife in his hand.

In the dead of night, people's consciousness is the clearest, and Jing Qi is as sensitive as a cheetah.

The white figure had just floated past the roof, and Jing Qi had already noticed it.

A sergeant once commented on Jing Qi in front of the commander of Lu Yun, the county government of Zhongzhou, and this sergeant defended Jing Qi, who did not know how to practice, and said, "Isn't a cultivator amazing?"

For a character like Jing Qi, who has been patrolling between life and death all year round, his perception of danger and abnormality has long surpassed ordinary people. In the face of extreme danger, it is even more real than those practitioners who rely on divine thoughts.

Holding the sword behind him to prevent the reflection of the skylight, Jing Qi gently walked out of the room and walked around in the shadows of the base of the wall.

He did not deliberately hide his whereabouts, did not go fast and slow like an assassin, and hid in Tibet.

Jing Qi naturally blended into the shadows of the night, the more natural it was, the calmer it seemed to be.

The calmer it was, the more natural it became, and his footsteps followed his breath, gently walking through the several rooms where the man in white passed.

Separated by a distance of dozens of zhang, Jing Qi and the shadow of the house naturally blended into one, and in the silence, Jing Qi could feel the sleeping Nine Daomen brothers in the house.

He kept his breathing at the same frequency as the breathing of the sleeping people in the room, and then completely blended in with his surroundings.

Jing Qi's eyes looked a little hollow, and the white shadow was tightly attached to the wall outside Xu Feng's house.

From a distance, it seems to be just a faint white shadow, giving people a feeling that is not very real.

Jing Qi's right hand naturally grasped the hilt of the knife, as natural as breathing.

He deliberately let his gaze be empty.

Years of lurking, chasing and fleeing, and fighting made him understand that in front of a master, even a glance can arouse vigilance.

When the condensed gaze falls on a certain place, it must be able to interfere with something in that place, maybe it is an air current, maybe it is light, or just a feeling.

This is Jing Qi, although he doesn't know how to practice, but he has passed countless tests between life and death, and understands the existence of the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi.

Such mortal geniuses are too few and too few, so they have caused the forces of both sides of the court to compete and win over.

Jing Qi stood in the shadows, as if he was looking at an entire mountain in the distance, not just one person.

Even so, he immediately recognized this white figure, which was the unsmiling old housekeeper of the Wang family.

Jing Qi, who was accustomed to conspiracy to assassinate, was not shocked, and the hand holding the knife did not have a trace of strength.

It's just that I wonder to the good brother in the house: "This guy, how can anyone be offended!"

When Jing Qi sighed, Bai Hu also sighed: "You are still alive, your life is so hard!"

His thoughts moved slightly, and Bai Hu felt the breath in the room, which kept rising, thinking that Xu Feng was concentrating and cultivating.

However, in less than half a moment, Bai Hu felt that it was not what he thought.

This guy is not practicing, but trying to break the mirror!

It had only been a few days since he had been enlightened, and he was about to impact the Golden Stone Realm, and this kind of cultivation genius made him shocked and hated.

A trace of ruthlessness touched the white beard, and the complexion, which was not enough to smile, looked even more ruthless.

He made a movement and silently pasted his palm on the wall, one side of the wall was the bed, and the side of the bed was Xu Feng's heart.

Xu Feng, who was about to impact the Golden Stone Realm, suddenly felt a tremor rise in his mind.

"Fuck it, fall into the ground!"

The moment of breaking the mirror is the most dangerous juncture, especially the apocalypse to enter the Jinshi layer.

If the true element runs halfway, the seven meridians and eight veins cannot be fully opened, and if it is interfered by external forces, it will be crazy and disorderly, and the serious one will be implosed, and the seven orifices will spurt blood and die.

"Fuck ......," Xu Feng shouted with the power of his soul.

But when Divine Thoughts and True Yuan climbed to their peak, there was no sound from this cry from the deepest part of the Mud Pill Palace.

At the peak moment when Zhenyuan and Shen Nian couldn't be tactful, Xu Feng suddenly felt that the threat from outside the wall had a familiar feeling.

As soon as Bai Hu's palm touched the wall, Jing Qi moved, fished it from the ground, and picked up a poplar bow casually.

Pulling the bow, taking the arrow, firing, the movements are smooth and natural, as if in this position, this environment has been simulated countless times.

It's like eating and drinking, it's like walking and sleeping, pulling a bow and archery are naturally to the extreme.

The more natural and undetectable it is, the more difficult it is for the opponent to guard against.

A cold light was generated in the night sky, to be exact, just a faint point of light, a little light on a pig iron arrowhead.

This distance, this kind of hard bow, is lethal enough to be even against a master cultivator.

That point of light instantly came to the wrist that Bai Hu stretched out.

There is no imaginary hole through the arm, and the blood flies.

When the arrow reached the wrist, a dazzling white light flashed, and suddenly there was a popping sound in the silent night.

The silver file easily knocked the arrow away.

As the iron arrow shot out, Jing Qi casually stuck his bow and arrow into the crack in the wall next to him, and then naturally walked a few steps and stood still in another shadow.

The right hand naturally landed on the sword again, not panicked by the arrow being knocked away, not even blinking with empty eyes, breathing at the same frequency, and the body and shadow merged again.

Bai Hu was terrified in his heart, and it was not this arrow that he was terrified, but the person who shot this sword.

With the power of an iron arrow, it was obvious that it was shot from a distance of more than ten zhang.

It's terrible to not notice the archer at such a close distance.

The last time I was stared at like this was in the princess's palace, and the person who took the initiative to appear was Gonggong Qin.

What a strong man Qin Gonggong, the number one master in the Great Interior, was! When this feeling reappeared in the small courtyard of the Nine Swords Gate, Bai Hu suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

This is a warning! Bai Hu thought to himself, glanced at the shadow under the house in the distance, and resolutely stepped out of a gust of wind, and immediately disappeared into the night.